Ummmmm.... This probs is really bad, but whatever. I had fun writing it. Tell me what you think, and I'll continue it. You can tell me if it really sucks. I won't care... that much. So just read, and comment. Here goes nothing. Haha <3 em.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Katrina's P.O.V______________________________________________________________
I rolled my eyes at my father. Why was he making me do this? I wondered. We had been in this damn car for nearly half an hour. We were probably close by now. The newly risen sun was beating down on my head. The cool morning breeze faded and I knew it would be another warm day in California. And I was going to spend it in a hotel. The squealing of the porches tires were giving me a headache so I tried to remember why I was here.
--I jumped out of my black Porsche; I had next to my fathers Porsche. I walked into the foyer of my house, after the final day of my sophomore year. My father was sitting on a seat reading. He looked up to me. "Hey sweetie, how was the last day?" he asked caringly. I ignored him. I was tired of my life in the Hills. This was my second year at a high school, forty minutes away. It was better than my old high school that was actually in the 90210 but it was still a snotty California school. Suddenly my father blurted out. "How about you come to the set with me tomorrow?" he asked me, as though he had been waiting for this moment all day. I quietly said no thank you and began to walk up to my room. He interrupted my attempt to escape. "Katrina Thisbe McFierson, I know that you have no plans, I am telling you that you are coming with me. -
I returned to reality to see my father bobbing his head to the music. He was not usually as harsh with me as he had been with me yesterday. He was obviously angry with something. And he was very right. I had no plans. For the past year I had not done anything with any old friends of mine. I was tired of Hollywood and the people they produced. I avoided everybody at school, because they only knew me as the daughter of THE George McFierson. They didn't really like me. We pulled up to the Five-Star Hotel. It was large, and clean. This is where my father would be filming parts of his movie for the next month. I jumped out of the car, and flanked my father. Suddenly, I was the seven year old girl who followed her father around the red carpet. We pushed through the doors to see the production set up on one half of the hotel, the other was like any other five star hotel. And at the Check-In desk sat and extremely attractive guy. Well, maybe I would be coming here more often. I immediately cleared my head. I was dating Lance, and I loved him. I could not be checking out other guys.
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I filled up all of the water jugs and food trays. The movie people had asked me to help them so it was finished before HE got here. I did not know who HE was but, I did as they asked. I like my job at the hotel and was not going to lose it because of some Hollywood pricks. The room suddenly went silent and I turned to see what had caused such a reaction. Clearly the tall man wearing a suit was HIM. He looked sullen, and dark. It appeared that he had not slept in weeks. He was clearly waiting for something; a woman walked up to him and placed a cup of coffee in the hand that was extended waiting for it. I rolled my eyes. Prick.
He turned behind himself, and talked to a person obscured by his body. I turned to see Brad staring at the person. He was tugging at his collar and ... blushing? The man moved away and immediately I could tell what Brad had been staring at. Standing there was possibly the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. She was tall, but much shorter than me. Her long light brown hair curled over her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes, and perfectly tanned skin. Even the pouting way she had set her face made her look kissable.
I tried to clear my thoughts as I walked to the desk where Brad gaped. I looked at anything but her features. When I sat down next to Brad, he turned to talk to me.
"Dude, do you see her?" he asked, wide eyed. I laughed at him.
"Bradley Simon, you don't even know the first letter of her name and you're in love with her." I smiled, and looked at her again. She seemed familiar, as though I had seen her somewhere, but I couldn't remember. Brad was pouting about what I had said.
"Fine. I'll go find out," he said. He awkwardly walked over to the girl and smiled. She smiled back, and I had to look away. She was more than just gorgeous. I couldn't fall for her this easily, I thought. I don't even know her.
Then I realized I was jealous, of my best friend who had just made the girl laugh. A laugh that would imprint on my heart.
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I know this really sucked, I just didn't know how to start it. I promise it will get better. Please vote and comment. Be blatantly honest though. I want to know what you think. I have really big plans for the characters. The story will get more interesting I promise. I have good ideas for the story. I'll probably upload Friday or Saturday at the latest. Depends on what I have to do this week. This is actually just part, of a story that I wrote before, but it got nowhere, so now I'm extending one small scene. Hahaha... okay then. Tell me if I should continue. I probably will anyways but...
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